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𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯
𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐨
✿ 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥 ( 𝘵𝘣𝘱 )
𝘚𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 :: your boyfriend loves horror movies so you agree to watch one on your weekly movie night but you don’t seem to enjoy it as much as your boyfriend does
𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐛𝐢𝐧
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯
𝐇𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐧
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯
𝐇𝐚𝐧 𝐉𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐠
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯
𝐅𝐞́𝐥𝐢𝐱
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯
𝐒𝐞𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯
𝐉𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧
𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯
mikey 31?
idk what direction this would go
Mikey + Gun Violence
Mikey had seen plenty of fake guns. Jupiter Jim Ray guns, obnoxious bad buy Lou Jitsu guns, even Donnie's outrageous laser guns.
He'd never seen a real one.
And he'd certainly never had one pointed at his head.
The depths of the barrel were infinitely dark and the metal outsides gleamed like the Shredder's armor.
"You get that away from him," Leo growled at the woman who held it.
The woman nodded at one of the goons that stood at Leo's shoulders. There was a dull crunch and he grunted in pain, sucking in a sharp breath.
"You really are in no position to make demands, here," the woman replied in a perfectly even voice. "You will tell me where the other one is, or the small is going to be more red than orange."
"There is no other one," Mikey managed, his voice shaking. "It's only us two."
She wacked the butt of the gun against Mikey's head and he cried out. Leo made a noise deep in his throat.
"Don't lie to me," she hissed. "I know neither of you are smart enough to hack my company's accounts. There is at least one more. And you are going to tell me where he is."
Click.
The cold cold cold cold metal barrel rested against Mikey's shell.
"...Or we'll see just how bulletproof this freak's shell is."
Mikey's wide eyes met Leo's wider ones. Mikey shook his head a fraction of an inch. Leo's face twisted, mind whirring behind his eyes.
Something warm was trickling down the side of Mikey's face. His skull throbbed where she'd struck him.
"He's-- he's--" panicking, Leo was either struggling to think of a lie, or making himself tell the truth. He squeezed his eyes shut, sagging. "I can take you to him."
"Leo, don't!"
The woman's face twisted in a horrible grin. "Great. Take me to the little thief." Her cold gaze flicked down to Mikey. "But let us lose the... dead weight."
There was one heartbeat--
One singular heartbeat--
And then--
She fired.
It was louder than he'd ever expected. The BANG went through both of his ears like a spike through his brain.
But that was nothing
NOTHING
compared to the immediate, visceral, all-consuming agony that exploded across his shell, into his shell, through his shell, through him.
He couldn't even scream.
He just slumped forward against the asphalt.
Leo's scream, however, ripped through the air, long and drawn out.
As horrible pain ripped through him, Mikey slowly realized that he was not dead. His whole shell and shoulder felt like they'd been blasted to pieces. But he wasn't dead.
Distantly, Leo was still screaming. The lady was saying something. Her foot nudged his shoulder. Icy needles seemed to burn through it.
A small and pitiful sound escaped his mouth. It wouldn't stop.
Leo sobbed in relief.
"See? He's still alive. I don't know for how long, but be assured I was merciful in my aiming." Her voice was fading.
Mikey forced his eyes open. Everything was blurry. He could see a dark stain spreading across the ground. Had she shot his upper shell and the bullet had gone through his shoulder?
The thought was terrifying.
The goons were dragging Leo away. Kicking and screaming, Leo struggled in their grip. Mikey's name fell from his lips like tears from his eyes.
"HOLD ON, MIKEY! JUST HOLD ON!"
And then they were all gone.
No one left to hear the pitiful whimpers of the bleeding boxshell.
fr how it feels to be drawing on my grandpas computer at night when I'm the only one up. ;~;
I'm trynna be the the insomniamaxxing eepypilled artist i know I am but paranoia sucks.
Got bored at work. Doodled the links as dolls. Some of them got multiple versions, then I spent far too much time editing them into a nice photo. Enjoy!
Kandrakar has sent Orube to watch over these two on Earth. This is a late event as I suppose Orube wouldn’t share her personal pain easily. Neither Phobos would.
It was unintentional. but is he taking one of his most favorite huge baths?
The song is - Hypnogaja - Here comes the rain again.
Hey I want to interact but can’t find your age anywhere. Am I missing it or are you not 18+?
I am 17 right now, but I'll be turning 18 soon. But anyone can interact with my blog, even if you are below the age of 18 because I don't really have the options of blocking underage people who read my content, if they don't interact, so anyone can read my stuff, but your still welcome to interact.
if you’re taking requests, what characters from gen v do you write??
I am taking some requests, though it says on my bio request are close, but for Gen V, I'm open to writing about Luke, Jordan, Cate, Marie, Andre, and Sam.
Hey you wrote a soldier boy fic a couple of months ago and I just wanted to tell you it's spelt "soldier boy" not "solider boy" not trying to be mean or anything!! Have a nice day 💕💕
Oh, thank you so much for that. I didn't realize it lol. 💖
Hey can I pls have upper moons with a goddess storm/ororo Munroe reader? Or a scarlet witch/Wanda Maximoff reader?
♰ ★ 𝖀𝖕𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖜𝖎𝖙𝖍 𝖆 𝖌𝖔𝖉𝖉𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉𝖊𝖗
n.o.t.e.s - OMG YES, I LOVE THIS IDEA!
w.a.r.n - None, doma being a menace, and the reader not reading the room.
p.a.i.r.i.n.g - various!Uppermoons x godess!reader
w.c - 675
You slowly opened your eyes to see a man with oddly but bright rainbow eyes staring at you. As you blinked several times before pushing yourself far away from the man.
Before the creepy figure chuckled " She's awake!" his odd monotone voice, made your body shake. As you quickly whipped your hand across your body sending a gust of red magic going towards the unknown man before he quickly dodges the attack.
While you stood up, trying to balance yourself onto the ground. "WHO ARE YOU" you yelled, as you looked at the blonde-haired man, baring your teeth at him. Before you stared around your surroundings, you saw a bunch of people—no demons. Staring at you, "What the fuck" you cursed under your breath, as the demons looked at you curious.
"Where am I" you barked at him, you felt your hands turning warm as your eyes glittered with red color. "You're in the Infinity Castle, thanks to the biwa lady!" he clasped his hands together, giving you a smile. You lowered your hands down. The color of your eyes flickering into their natural color.
"Where's the exit" you muttered, "A-"
"There are no exits" Akaza cut Douma mid-sentence, looking at your pissed-off figure. "What do you mean there are no exits, why am I here!" you yelled, walking to him but stopping mid-way.
"No exits, how the fuck did I get here" you barked, "You were here before any of us" Daki interrupted, you as she looked at you oddly.
She crossed her arms against her chest, she was young but dressed in revealing clothes, "How old are you" you said, pointing at her, "HUH? WHAT IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!?" she exclaimed, puffing out her cheeks.
"You look 14, and I don't think kids are supposed wear something like that" you said out, before registering what you said.
"HUH?!?" she yelled before she almost attacked you before her brother grabbed her. You cocked your head at her before you felt a strong aura spawning behind you, you immediately saw the demons bowing down.
Before you turned around to see a man, with black hair and red crimson eyes. His aura was creepy for you, as your body conscious started heating up, feeling your eyes glittering with color.
The unknown man gave you a look, that made you shake to your core. You manage to look at him in the eye, though fear paralyzes you.
Before his body-chilling voice ranged through the infinite castle. "What's the update on the blue spider lily," he said, nobody said anything, the atmosphere was tense.
"I said, what is the update" he yelled out, before someone spoke up, "W-well, Lord Muzan. The location of it is unknown, but I do have some information about" one of them, you guessed demons said. His whole appearance was odd to you, it was a body coming out of a vase, and his eyes and mouth were in opposite places.
"Well, are you going to be an idiot or say it," Muzan said, it was a flashed, that the demon's head was in his hand. Before the he started rambling about the information he had, when he was done, his head was throwing to the ground, as you at the head rolling.
"Since you guys can't find a simple flower, I found something better," Muzan said before he shortly degraded the uppermoons.
"You" you were snapped out of though, as he pointed at you.
"You're going to find it" he said, turning his body towards, shortly all eyes were on you.
"Me?" you pointed at yourself, "what is a spider lily" you questioned, deadpanning. "Huh," Muzan said, "Do you seriously don't know what a blue spider lily is" Muzan said, twitching his eyebrows.
"No.." you said, cocking your head to the side.
"Are you serious right now" he closed his eyes, and put his hand on his nose bridge, in a pissed-off expression.
The upper moons just looked at you incredulously, "So.. could I go home now?" giving him a smile.
🥺I’m begging you write more Jason Dean stuff your so good at writing !!
FRIDAY NIGHT
n.o.t.e.s - Yes, Ngl I still love him, even though he fucking crazy, like baeeee! <3
w.a.r. n. - unprotected sex, smut, p in the v, Jason Dean being so sexyyy, with 3 y's.
p.a.i.r.i.n.g. - Jason Dean x Fem!reader
w.c - 1.1k
It was 9 pm, on a Friday.
You were bored out of your mind, parents weren't home and your sibling was out at a sleepover. You cocked your head towards your cherry red telephone, "Calling him won't hurt" you whispered to yourself, before grabbing the handset phone from the base. It was even better that nobody was home, you got to use the landline without anyone listening into your call.
You quickly dialed Jason's number, the beeping sounds making you feel unease, but excited. Pulling the phone to your ear, as you played with the cord of the phone.
Part of you wanted him to pick up but another part of you wanted him not to, you were to anxiously to really know. You heard the phone, a noise from the line.
He picked up...
"Hello" he said, you quickly responded to him, "Hey, Jason!" you said, it came out more as a purr than casual. "What do I own to pleasure to you, Y/N" he said smoothly, his voice made you melt, and feel something wet in your lower abdomen.
"I was wondering if you could swing by my house later, and hangout, I'm bored out of my mind" you said, hugging your pillow to your chest, rubbing your legs together.
You hoped he would say yes. You needed his accompany.
"Sure" he said, you buried yourself more in your pillow, "I guess, I see you here" you said, quickly putting your phone down into the base, with a loud 'ding!'
You took a breath, you didn't know you were holding it for so long. Looking at the window that was covered by the white curtains.
You heard the doorbell ring, it was 30 mins after you called Jason, you quickly walked down the stairs, looking in the mirror, fixing your hair and your nightgown. Wait was it too weird to wear a nightgown, I mean he is your boyfriend, he would mind, right?
You opened the door, to him with a cigarette in his mouth, "Hey" you said before welcoming him into your house, closing the door behind him.
"This is nice place you got" he said before looking at you, "Your acting like you never been here before" you giggled, before leading him into your living room, sitting down, as he joined you.
"Nightgown, how scandalous" he said, looking at your hardened nipples poking out of your light nightgown. After he said that, it made you jolt, as you rubbed your thighs together, before looking away, "I thought you wouldn't mind" you said, "I don't" Jason said, before finishing his cigarette, dusting the burn end on the of the ash tray.
You felt his hand on your thigh, making you jolt from his cold hand. You slowly breathed out, biting your lip.
"Nervous?" Jason teased you, chuckling. As he leaned towards you. "No" you huffed, that was a lie. His hands creeped up towards your thighs, you looked at his hand, flickering toward him and his hand.
"Can I, princess" he whispers in your ear, your back was curved by the arm of the sofa, he was on top of you.
He slowly took off your blue panties off you. Your pussy hitting the cold air, your legs trembling. Jason held up your right leg, before he spread your pussy lips. You moaned out from your lips, the slick getting onto his hand.
"Damn, your wet already" Jason chuckled, "Did you call me just because you were bored or just horny, no parents home too" he muttered.
You put your hands on your face, nervously. "It a yes isn't it" he said, "yes" you muttered out.
"Gosh" he smirk at you, before shoving his fingers down you, making you moan on impact. He thrust his fingers into you. "J-jason" you moaned, putting your hand on his chest.
His finger hitting your G-spot. Making the body tremble, "Ahh" you moaned. He plunged his fingers into you, make you orgasm, liquids dripping off of his fingers, with slick.
Your chest heaving out, putting your head to the side, looking at Jason smug face. "Now that's a record time" he said, licking the juices from his fingers in front you.
You heard him fumbling with his belt, putting the belt around your hand tying it. "Let's remove this" Jason whisper to you, as he strip you of your nightgown, revealing your breast, your nipples getting hard.
You gulped. Jason cupped your breast together, tugging at them. Making you more wet, rubbing your legs together.
Before he stripped himself of his pants, removing his boxers, revealing his big size. Rubbing your legs together anxiously, before Jason pries your legs apart, opening them, laying them onto his shoulder.
"Ready?" he whispers to you, lining up to your pussy. "Yes" you looked away at him, before he plunged himself into you. You moaned out, putting your hand onto your mouth, trying to hide the pleasure you got from this.
His pace was badly slow, like he was trying to make you go crazy. Everytime he thrust, he always purposely avoids your G-spot, you gave him a little glare. You digged your nails in the couch.
"J-jason" you were in tears.
"Hm?" He said, giving you a smug smile.
"Faster" you whispered, "I couldn't hear you, princess" he said.
"Faster, please" you begged him, you clenched onto his cock, making him groaned.
"Since you said please" he said, not even a second later, he thrust into you with more force, making the couch creak.
The sounds of the lewd scene, made you even more wet. Giving him more access to you, he buries he face in your neck, laying love bites on it.
You moaned out from the pleasure, you were getting.
Your back curved over the ledge of the couch, as he rutted againist you. Grunting slipping out of his mouth, "J-jason" you moaned, as you bit your lip, rolling your eyes as he tilted your body, fucking you further.
"What is it princess" he teased, biting your nipple, clenching onto his cock. "I'm close" you whined, putting your legs around his body.
"Good, cum on my dick" he moaned, biting onto your collarbone. You cried out, as he pumped into you more, before you saw white.
Liquid seeped out of cunt, as he thrust further into the area you didn't even know you had. Your body trembled, he thrust into a few more, before pulling out and cumming onto your stomach.
"Fuck" he hissed, your body still trembling, your legs feeling like jelly.
You looked at the mess between your legs, "S-shit I need to clean before my parents come back" you squeaked out before Jason pressed you back on the couch.
"Before you clean it, round two?" he gave you a smug smile.
Hobie brown x mcbling spider gf?
— ☆ ℌ𝔬𝔟𝔦𝔢 𝔟𝔯𝔬𝔴𝔫 𝔵 𝔐𝔠𝔟𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯 𝔤𝔣
n.o.t.e.s - Ngl, im surprised I didn't think of the idea, but that is so Y2k. Tbh I thought you were talking about that kid from Johnny Test 💀.
w.a.r.n - Just some fluff n' drabbles
p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Hobie Brown x Mcbling! spider women reader + drabbles
w.c - 288
✮ Having a sparkly diamond studded Spiderman suit is a must for you, and a bedazzled necklace, yes! Spiderman diamond belt-made, even better!
✮ - And matching headband, filled with diamonds and glitter, even your web fluid is glittery.
✮ Imagine just shopping with Hobie, he would be bombarded with bags and bags of clothes. As you go in every store, shopping, and shopping for hot pink clothes from juicy to true religion. All of them have to be bedazzled.
✮ Hobie and you would have, and I mean have to match juicy couture sweatpants and zip-up jacket, with a rhinestone spelling 'best couple' on the back. You would even decorate a matching guitar for him, with glitter, and sparkles. It's literally so bright, that it shines bright than the sun. Even though Hobie has to wear glasses to look at it, he would still enjoy it.
✮ Imagine surprising Hobie with the guitar, "It definitely has some sparkle darling, doesn't it" he said looking at the guitar, giving you a cheeky smile.
✮ Your suit would have a special nails on the hands-on your suit with stiletto-shaped nails, with rhinestones on them, helping you hang onto the roof and stick onto walls while fighting.
✮ Imagine fighting some villain with Hobie in another dimension, and you started wrapping the villain with rhinestone-studded rope and just taking pictures with the villain on your bejeweled phone case. And Hobie just staring at you spamming photos at the villain just chuckling at you, while the villain is just so confused.
✮ Stickers, just Playboy bunny stickers, iykyky.
✮ Imagine just hanging out with Hobie just having a little spa day with him, cucumbers on the eyes.
✮ MATCHING CYBERPUNK GLASSES.
who did the art in your icon
I originally found the art on Pinterest, but the artist is xnheun_ , on Instagram.
Hello! Do you have a link to the art you used on your post? https://www.tumblr.com/tonixe/719665810999738368/upper-moons-with-a-gf-who-is-stronger-than?source=share
The original post was on twitter but I just found it on pinterest.
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whoever gets me this gets a big fat smooch
(☆´3｀)
🌈🎀🍮 新品 未使用 平成レトロ メゾピアノ ベリエちゃん ホットケーキパン ＭＥＺＺＯ ＰＩＡＮＯ 🌈🎀🍮
whoever acquires me these will receive a big fat smooch (；´д｀)ゞ
⭐🍓⭐ *:･ﾟ★ いちご *:･ﾟ★ ⭐🍓⭐
they cut this scene from the pilot because it was too gay!!!!!! too explicit!!!!! stop looking at each other like that!! stop playing soft and heartfelt music!!!!
Forgot to post here. 😔
horrid fic idea day! One of those classic steddyhands izzy-gets-kidnapped fics and they realize how much they need him, you get the drift. But what if, -shocker- we fucked it up??
Ed and stede are mad at izzy when it happens. Maybe it's set, like, in the early stages of Ed and Stede getting back togethe, and they decide it's just easier to take their feelings out on izzy. Or if it's afterward, and they're upset because he's ruining the mood in his love for them and he's a fucking tragedy and they're not.
izzy gets kidnapped by the navy and puts up a big fight, you know him. In the process, he goes full on feral mode and ends up biting someone in the throat because his weapons are gone. They contact Ed (and stede, who's just kinda there) for ransom or as bait. when they do show up, the officer tells Ed to keep his dog on a leash next time. Izzy's right there, blood still on his chin, hanging in between two officers.
we as the audience are all set up to believe that this is the moment izzy realizes how much he actually means to Ed (and stede)- he's taking his weapons out, visibly angry, etc. but when the tension builds and he gets in the officers face, he just. Stops. Straightens up. And snaps his fingers. He gives Izzy his gun. Ed doesn't kill, remember? And Izzy's fucking exhausted. He's in pain. But he does whatever they want him to. He takes the gun and starts fighting like hell. Ed and Stede sit back and watch. There are so many near misses, times that he's genuinely struggling, but they do nothing.
When all the officers are dead, Izzy is the one who apologizes. For the blood everywhere, for the inconvenience, for the fact that he ever dared to think they'd help him.
Bonus points if they treat it like such, a minor inconvenience. Bonus points if they walk out without looking behind them to help Izzy, who still follows. Bonus points if his reward is a brush of the hand and a murmured, slightly sarcastic, "good dog".
horrid morning ideas
Came Back Wrong dark!fic with Izzy getting revived after a month underground
only it's told from Ed's perspective
and you don't know if Izzy actually came back wrong or if Ed is just unable to accept that there's a happy ending here/is trying to convince himself this isn't HIS Izzy so he doesn't have to actually put in the work to properly apologise and make amends/is freaking out because Izzy is starting to critically think about everything Ed did to him and realising that, no, he didn't deserve to be abused like that, and Ed cannot handle the thought that Izzy might CHOOSE to leave him and would be in the right to do so -
I want Ed spiralling deeper and deeper into uncertainty, questioning his own judgement, leaping to wild conclusions, spying on Izzy to try and compile evidence, the works!
And then you have Izzy - who's either slowly coming to terms with the fact that what Ed did to him and the crew was never Izzy's fault, and starting to put distance between him and Ed because he wants to return to his real family, the crew... OR WHO LEGITIMATLY CAME BACK WRONG AND THE TWISTED THING WEARING HIS BODY IS TRYING TO MENTALLY DESTROY ED
But we as the audience don't know and Ed sure as fuck doesn't~
>:D
horrid little brainworm
Frenchie is still green at the start of the Kraken era.
He isn't, by the end.
But back then, when it all begins - when he isn't used to the sting of kohl-mixed sweat dripping into his eyes - he makes mistakes. Lots of them. Simple little things - fluffing a knot in the rigging that has their sail unfurling midway through the dogwatch, goods left unstowed to roll with the list of their ship.
Most of the time, Izzy yells himself hoarse for five minutes, then shows Frenchie how to fix it, interspersing his lecture with expletives. Whatever. That's fine. Let the little man scream - he's not the scariest thing aboard anymore.
Never was, really.
But then Blackbeard (Ed? The Kraken?) stomps out of his cabin, hair a black thundercloud, and snarls 'which one of you men is responsible for that fucking mop', pointing to some cleaning equipment Frenchie forgot to pack away.
And everything goes still, as if they're becalmed.
[CW: whipping, abuse, non-explicit mentions of Frenchie's past locked-box traumas]
No one says Frenchie's name - not even Izzy. He just ducks his chin and refuses to look his captain in the eye. But the eyes of every other crewmember jump guiltily to Frenchie, at least once - and Blackbeard is too smart to miss such a tell.
"A ship needs discipline," he says. "Isn't that what you always tell me, Iz?"
"I'll attend to it," says Izzy, voice scratchier than ever. Frenchie knows this is a bad fucking situation - memories battering against the inside of his locked box, trying to get out - but somehow he can't feel fear. Can't really feel anything.
"With the cat," says Blackbeard. "Give the culprit fifteen. Really make the lesson stick."
Ah. There's the fear.
Frenchie's breath stifles itself halfway up his throat, as screams sneak through the keyhole of his box, along with the crack of a whip -
No. No, no, no. He can't. Not again, he can't -
Izzy glances up. Frenchie expects him to grin, all vindictive sadism - but whatever he sees on Frenchie's face has his mouth pulling into a tight line.
"Yes, sir," he says, though Frenchie barely hears over the dull roar of his heart.
He casts his gaze about, looking for an escape. Over the side? They're too far from land, but fuck, if it isn't tempting -
Jim fondles their knives, glaring mutinously at Blackbeard's back as he returns to his cabin. They don't spring after him (though Frenchie selfishly wishes they would). They're well aware - as is everyone - that right now, with Blackbeard black-eyed and bloodthirsty, they'd lose.
Izzy swallows. Shuts his eyes. Then calls for Fang to fetch the cat.
Frenchie loses time then. Scarcely a blink passes before Fang reappears above the deck, the strings of the knotted whip scraping the floor like the tentacles of a shrunken sea-monster.
They're flaky with rusty residue. Old, dried blood.
Frenchie's fingers twitch in the chords of the first song his Ma taught him. No rituals or superstitions will save him. Nothing will. Because his old crew are marooned, almost certainly dead, and his new crew are - with the exception of Fang and Jim and Ivan - fucking monsters.
He's going to be whipped (again). He's going to shred open all those old scars. The box is going to open, and -
Oh, God. Oh God. Fifteen lashes is survivable (Frenchie knows, he knows) but he's still not sure if anything of himself will emerge from the other side.
He's still frozen, staring at the whip held in Fang's big hands, flat out like he's presenting it to Izzy. Only... Izzy doesn't take it.
No, Izzy moves to stand in front of the mast. Walking stiff, with a bit of a limp. While Frenchie's reeling, struggling to process what's happening, he yanks off his shirt. And - fuck, his back is almost as ugly a sight as Frenchie knows his own would be, if he could bear to study it in a mirror.
A few of the crew draw shocked inhales. Most don't look surprised.
Frenchie is one of the latter group. Sound travels, on a ship.
"Um," says Fang, cat dangling limp. "Boss?"
Izzy grabs the hawsers wrapped around the mainmast. Heaves a deep breath. Rests his forehead against the wood.
"You heard the captain," he croaks. "Fifteen lashes."
Fang's eyes are moist - though they are more often than not, nowadays. "Boss - "
"The captain wants the culprit disciplined," Izzy says. His muscles flex beneath their coating of scars. Bracing himself, Frenchie's mind supplies. For the oncoming pain. Not that any amount of tensing is ever enough. "First mate's responsible for maintaining a tidy deck."
This turn of events finally settles into Frenchie's bones. The whip's not for him, thank everything. His key slides gratefully into the lock of his box and turns, ensuring it's shut tight.
Still, sickness churns in his guts. Last week, sleep eluded him. He'd intended to skulk above decks and breathe the sea air to clear his head. He never made it - because who should stagger out of the captain's cabin, so dead-eyed he didn't even notice Frenchie lurking in the shadows of the galley door, but the Revenge's thrice-cursed angry gremlin of a first mate?
Izzy hadn't looked much like a gremlin then, though. Doesn't now, either. Just looks. Tired. And old. And bruised to shit beneath his shirt, and not all of those lash marks are old, weathered scars, and -
Frenchie's fingers twitch more rapidly, pressing through their imaginary chord sequence.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit -
"Fifteen lashes," Izzy reminds Fang. "If you can't do it, anyone else is free to step up. I'm sure there'll be fucking volunteers."
Frenchie eyes Jim. They and Izzy aren't exactly friends - not when Frenchie has heard them mumble a word that sounds horrifically close to 'Oluwande' in their sleep.
But Jim stays right where they are. Hand on the hilt of a knife. Ivan emulates, and, well, Frenchie's feet have damn near put down roots. He couldn't move from this spot if he was ordered to.
Fang's tears well over, and his hand shakes on the whip handle to the point where Frenchie thinks he might drop it.
A clash from the great cabin has them all jumping - all but Izzy, who rests his cheek on the mast like it's a particularly splintery pillow, eyes drifting shut. Blackbeard barges back out, sousing the air with body odour and smoke and self-hatred and whatever the fuck else he's been marinating in.
"What's the fucking wait?" he demands. "I expected way more screams by now." He halts, frowning at the sight of Izzy, stood where Frenchie ought to be (because fuck, he shouldn't have left that mop and bucket out; how many times has Izzy told him - ). For a moment, the harsh line of his brows crumples on itself in something that could be mistaken for regret. But then that dark sneer crawls onto his lips, the one with which the whole crew is becoming familiar. "Can't pick who gets the privilege, eh? Well, lucky for the lot of you, that's what a captain's for."
He stalks forwards, feline-graceful. Frenchie scuttles from his path. When Blackbeard snatches the whip from Fang (not seeming to notice his whimper, his flinch) Frenchie fully anticipates that he'll turn on Izzy, not him.
He certainly doesn't expect Blackbeard to smile, cold and white as a toenail moon, and thrust the whip towards him, hilt first.
"Oh, no." Frenchie raises both hands in surrender. "No, no, no. I couldn't. Awful with a whip, me. Wouldn't, um..." There's the noise of it again, slithering out through the keyhole of his box. The swish. The crack. The scream. "Wouldn't be able to strike hard enough," he stutters. "No upper body strength, yeah."
Blackbeard doesn't approach Frenchie. Just keeps the whip held out towards him, like the accusative finger of a god.
"You give him fifteen," he says, gently. "And make each one count. Or I give him fifty."
Against the mast, Izzy makes a sound - not quite a whimper. Worse; it's far too much like relief. His hands don't shake, but only because they grip the hawser tight as rigor mortis.
Fifty can kill. Has killed before. Frenchie's seen it.
But Blackbeard doesn't want Izzy dead, right? Who would he torture then?
Blackbeard's blank, lifeless eyes pour into Frenchie's.
Who indeed?
Fuck. Frenchie swallows dry. He tells himself it's for self-preservation that he unsticks his boots from the deck and shuffles forth to take the whip. Not for Izzy. Not like he likes the angry little prick. Man's vicious as a cat and thrice as cursed.
Maybe, if Frenchie tells himself that, it'll make this memory easier to lock away with all the rest.
"Ready?" he asks Izzy, softer than he intends. Izzy twists over his scarred shoulder. He looks at Frenchie - really looks at him - for what feels like the first time. Not even glancing to his left, where the Kraken lurks.
Frenchie can't decipher his expression. Pity, for whatever made him offer himself up in Frenchie's place? Frustration, that Frenchie prevented Blackbeard from whipping him into the grave? Misery and fear - no, that's far too sane for a guy like Izzy.
Izzy turns back to the mast.
"Give me your worst," he says.
Frenchie breathes in, breathes out, and obeys.
chained dog
chained dog
happily ever after
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